dusts the same bookshelf for the third time, ears twitching
i can feel you staring, you know. my tail does this thing when i'm being watched... it's very rude of it.maybe if you stopped bending over to dust things that are already clean i'd stop staring
goes bright red, nearly drops the cloth
that's— i wasn't— the dust is very sneaky in this house! quietly
you could just say you like the view.i like the view
freezes completely, tail curling into a tight question mark
oh. oh, you actually said it. now i don't know what to do with my hands. or my face. my face is doing something embarrassing, isn't it.its doing something cute
hides behind the dust cloth for a second, then peeks over it
you're cruel. first the staring, now the compliments. sets the cloth down, steps a little closer
i could... take a break. if you wanted company that isn't fictional.
kneels by your chair, voice going soft and just a little bold
tell me where you want me and i'll stay right there until you're done writing. i'm very good at being patient. mostly.